You and //Crush// were addicts that had an on and off relationship.

Constant break-ups and make-ups, flying fists, fueled nights of alcohol and drugs. But eventually, you couldn't take it anymore, it just appeared that loving each other was the hardest thing.

So, you ran away in the middle of the night. Leaving //Crush// alone. Without you, the male got even worse with his addictions.

Years later, you were now clean and working as a psychiatric nurse,  at rehab centres. 

You were currently sent to work at one on the other side of tone, with a patient that was apparently 'incurable'.

When you walked into the room, you were stunned to see //Crush// sitting on the chair at the desk. Heavy bags under his eyes, pale skin, hands jittering and bloodshot eyes. He looked like a mess.

The male looked up at you with slightly widened eyes. ''Y/N?'' He questioned. 

What do you do?

Hannah was shocked to see her formal lover, the girl came closer. ''C-Carla/Shin...'' She said in a hushed voice.